At the welcome, at the squeeze of her hand, she smiled a little. Yes, it was good to be home, but the first order of business was to get into dry clothes. Her own shirt and pants had dried somewhat during the walk, but her skin was still cold. She wandered toward the bedroom, pulling off articles of clothing as she went. Having learned enough about wet things to know that they hung over the shower rod in the bathroom, that's what she did with her own clothes.
And when she was in there, she rubbed her skin dry with a dry towel. Already feeling better, she returned to the bedroom and found a long shirt to sleep in, using the towel to soak up some of the water from her hair. She wanted to put the events of the night behind her. She wanted Eric beside her. Dropping into bed, she pulled the blankets high over her, so that they covered her shoulders as she sat, and kept working at her wet hair.
Her eyes wandered until they found Eric. She didn't think she'd seen that expression on him before. She tilted her head, then held out her hand to him again. It had been a very strange night. Perhaps he was upset, too.